User blog comment:Rawfan56/Of Corsairs and Pirates/@comment-1298206-20110113022005

Crimson grits his teeth when he still can't find Loy

''The two drinkers begin to slow down a little. The ferret rests his head on the counter'' "Thassit..... Oi give up!"

Cutthroat smiles somewhat drunkenly "Harr harr! I- Hic- knew it! I won!"

The ferret points accusingly at him, his aim off a little bit "Nu-uh! Yew wuz cheatin', searat!"

Cutthroat stands up defiantly and glares back at him "Was not, you dirty fly-catchin' frogqwife! If'n ye don't fink so, ask my matey o'er there!" He points at BSK

A voice from the crowd calls out "Oi! Look at that weasel o'er there! 'E looks familiar!"

Another voice responds "I remember that face! That's the weasel the Navy was after all them seasons ago! Can you imagine the redward for capturin' 'im?"

The first voice, which belongs to the stoat from earlier speaks up again as he draws his cutlass and rises "Right! Let's git 'im, lads!" All the vermin draw their weapons and begin to advance on BSK